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@garknessandbones
David Tennant being a lifelong doctor who fan who was inspired by the show to act, becoming the Doctor and Ncuti Gatwa who watched David Tennant and was inspired to act, playing the doctor opposite David’s doctor is the most beautiful thing
dramatic eyes. dramatic lips. drama on the cheeks.
sketch
Izzy is the autistic kid who's overwhelmed and wants to go home so he can organize his toys by colour and size, Edward is the mom who just ran into one of her friends and is going to have a twenty minute conversation and Stede is the mom's friend who hasn't seen her in forever and needs to tell Edward about his new tea towels and butter knives
thinking about izzy and jim enemies-to-father/child practicing sword fighting together because he’s baffled by their bladework and they know there’s nobody better with a sword
thinking about izzy forcing jim to fight for the practice, to make them sharper. him pressuring them into it, coming at them with something wider than they can dodge, so they’re forced to meet his blade with theirs
thinking about jim fighting back because izzy is fucking attacking them on top of everything else they’re suffering through on the ship. about them eventually realizing “fuck it’s kinda fun to let off steam like this” as they hiss at izzy and metal clashes against metal. them begrudging at first but he’s incessant. an attack could come at any time. always be prepared. them eventually coming to find themselves looking forward to practicing their sparring
thinking about them surprising izzy with how quickly they learn. about him smiling from the floor up at them as they finally land a hit that knocks him flat on his ass. about their hair wild in their face, the hat knocked from their head during the fight, but smirking down at him in this light, they look like a younger version of edward
thinking about that realization almost sending him spiraling. that they look like edward from his vantage point at the end of their blade. that he might’ve made a mistake. that he might’ve made a whole series of mistakes, and that on top of everything, if jimenez outpaces him he’s basically signing his own death warrant since they’re young and spry and should he even be doing this? should he invest time into this stupid fucking project of his? should he make jimenez a more despicable person just to make them a better pirate? jimenez is too fucking good for this. fuck them. fuck me. fuck edward. fuck everything
thinking about jim smiling at his smile, sneering about how he looks on the floor. but when there’s something suddenly sad and strained in his eyes, panicky even, lowering their blade, because they aren’t blackbeard. thinking about them asking what the fuck his problem is. about them already knowing. just forcing him to admit it to himself here on the floor at the end of their knife
thinking about them addressing each other as “hands” and “jimenez” for a few lessons before the first names are brought up spitefully. about jim spitting “izzy” like it’s poison, to get under his skin and make him hiss “that’s first mate hands, dog!” thinking about izzy sneering “jim” like it tastes bad in his mouth, to hurt the feelings they care less about hiding than he does and make them hesitate before their next strike. but neither of them have to say “blackbeard” during these fights, and neither of them ever dare say “edward” except in their nightmares, so it’s really a reprieve
thinking about those names taking on different tones eventually. about izzy for once saying “c’mon, jim— you forget where your left foot goes?” but it’s more endearing than it’s ever been. about jim saying “oh, that’s rich coming from izzy nine-toes” but it’s half an invitation for more. and izzy biting at the bait, spitting “what’s your excuse, then?” as he swings his sword fucking hard. but them both grinning and watching where they place their feet and jim looking up at him from the floor this time but they’ve never been happier about it. not when izzy is lit by a halo of sunset that makes him look softer around the edges than he ever has before
thinking about jim having a rough day and glaring at izzy. him not making it any easier on them. him shouting “jimenez! back to work, dog!” and them finally snapping. thinking about them pulling their knife out and pointing it at him, but when they only say “izzy—” desperately, him understanding what they fucking mean. about him asking “what’s the matter, jim? twist in your fuckin trousers?” as he grabs his sword, but it’s only half sarcastic. them answering “swing at me or quit your bitching, old man! i’ve fucking had it with your shit!” thinking about him smirking before snarling and whipping his blade at them. them sparring until they’re both exhausted, covered in sweat and blood. about it not mattering who won, there were no winners, as they rip gauze for each other from the otherwise empty kitchen. about him not shouting at the crew for the rest of the day after that, and them through the next day. about them both feeling so much better because of it, despite the fresh wounds
thinking about izzy storming out of blackbeard’s quarters, dazed and covered in marks that’ll be dark bruises come morning. about him not throwing a glance at jim as he limps by, but him still snapping “jim—” like it’s an emergency. them following him in a hurry, immediately on guard. him only whirling on them with his blade and them ready for the hit. them relishing the opportunity and taking it easy on him because he’s fucking shaking. him being stupid, misstepping, being dizzy and unsteady with his bandaged foot anyways. them knocking him flat in only a moment. there being something wild and haunted in his eyes that makes them press their knife hard against his skin and hiss his name “izzy, you have to calm the fuck down, hombrecito. gonna lose your mind before i do, fuck” thinking about izzy muttering “jim— jim, please, i’m— fuck, he’s— mm— i-i don’t—” and them saying “izzy, izzy, yo se, izzy— like i’m a fucking moron— i know, izzy” thinking about those names being spoken softly
thinking about izzy calling across the deck “jim!” without even noticing the lack of formality, and thinking about jim turning to look at him obediently, like he might have something worthwhile to offer them. thinking about jim saying “izzy!” and it’s not just to deliver one sentence about their duties, and thinking about izzy only raising an eyebrow, because he knows whatever they’re approaching him for isn’t something stupid or poncey or a waste of his fucking time
thinking about old man grump and the little shadow child that he’s forced into this hell with him. thinking about that saint with the devil’s Hands on their shoulder. thinking about the dog whose favorite person is fucking losing it and taking everyone down with him, after a series of events that said dog played a huge part in. thinking about the poor dog they kept on board, “quite the specimen” and lonely as hell without the man who served as their voice for the better part of the last year. sad lonely old man whose best friend used to be edward, and is now his blade, except it might be jim if they swing that knife right. sad angry young kidnappee who lost their family at a young age, and then momentarily had a family of one with olu before losing that too, except izzy’s not a half-bad father figure if you ignore all the ways he’s fucked up
thinking. about izzy hands and jim jimenez. about them. thinking. ab. thinki. yeah
This is how I do character analysis
My favorite trauma bonded found family
I will be providing no further explanation.
"A good fuck would fix Izzy" Nahh nono. A good fuck would shut Izzy up for like 15 minutes. It would help! But it would not fix him. U know what would fix him tho, is to put him on the rack, y'know, that medieval torture device? Just use one of those on him for like 20 seconds. Not enough to cause any lasting damage or anything. Izzy just needs to be pulled like a taffy for a little bit. That would fix him.
It’s all “I wanna put Izzy in a glass jar and stare at him” this or “I wanna put Izzy under a microscope and study him” that. I wanna take him by the scruff of the neck and swing him around like a feral raccoon to ward off passers by.
I want Izzy Hands to be forced into the found family and feel so bad about it. Everyone forgives him. He's done nothing to deserve it. He DOESN'T deserve it. But he's forgiven. He threatens them and instead of getting snippy they just go "classic Izzy Hands we love him he's like a Chihuahua" and they gently tease him like they do everyone else and they compliment him during raids and they try to get him involved in storytime and mealtime and he realizes that they like him?? somehow??? he's been a dick why do they like him? and he just has to. cope. and learn how to not be a dick.
Bonus points if he goes up to someone on the crew (Olu? Frenchie? Lucius? Maybe even Stede or Ed?) and asks "why the fuck are you all being so nice to me?" and the only response he gets is a "why not?"
Izzy Hands, baby girl
learning so much from s2 🫶
Your found family:
My found family:
I love them so much
They’re like stray cats that can’t be adopted separately.
The crew of the revenge really joined Zheng yi Sao's ship, fucked up the strategy maps, shook an abacus that was being used to calculate something, disorganized the scrolls into a mess measured by weight of all things, stole lucius, started a mutiny, and broke the wheel.
slow down we haven't even talked about how the crew is going to react to stede coming upstairs w a head wound and being like "hey guys, great news, you're not murderers!" bestie will not read the room he'll be kicking his little feet like a school girl while his crew experience the same psychological horror as the teenagers in a slasher movie when the killer's not really dead
honestly tho. the balls of izzy to suggest talking it through as if he didnt literally threaten to kill ed the last time ed openly shared his feelings
The way Ed's crew continued to care for each other despite their hostile environment. Jim telling the story of Pinocchio to Fang. Frenchie and Fang comforting Izzy. Izzy (of all people!) calling out the toxicity and suggesting they talk it through. Frenchie choosing not to kill Izzy even though it put his life at risk. Jim and Archie amputating Izzy's leg. Jim refusing to kill Archie. That's Stede's influence! He said it doesn't have to be like this!
No but seriously imagine the fucking strength Stede had when he saw Edward dead, but chose, instead of mourning him, to take care of his crew and make sure they're safe. To hear the person you love more than anything is gone, snatched from you merely a few days ago, the one you spent weeks, maybe months, making enough money to be able to find, the only person you've ever truly loved and who's ever truly loved you. To have the knowledge that if only you were a little faster, a little quicker, a little braver, you could have prevented it.
And then choose to bottle up your feelings, put them aside, and be a captain. A captain your crew deserves
don't understand how after so many years of hell, a single interaction with @garknessandbones can still leave me laughing out loud
For context I posted this:
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